Turkeys are peacocks that have really let themselves go.

I'd hate to be a writer forever and never perform, and I'd hate to perform and not write. I get sad if time has passed and I haven't written or made anything. I'm an artist.

I mean if you two were to make love, that would be gay. Two men touching each other physically and emotionally...erotically caressing each other...on the hood of a car...or the back of a movie theater.

He resisted for a while and there were some legal boundaries, you know, keeping me from being near him or his family, but in the end, love overcame. And I got what I wanted. I always get what I want.

Sarcasm doesn't read sarcastic in print.

Oh man, the car could just burst into flames right now and this would be the way to go, huh guys?

If you were to send a werewolf to the moon, would he be a werewolf permanently?